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Title: Letter to Villiaumé
Author: Pierre-Joseph Proudhon
Date: July 13, 1857
Language: en
Topics: letter, Libertarian Labyrinth
Source: Retrieved on 26th April 2021 from https://www.libertarian-labyrinth.org/featured-articles/proudhon-to-villiaume-july-13-1857/
Notes: Working translation by Shawn P. Wilbur.

Pierre-Joseph Proudhon

Letter to Villiaumé

My dear Villiaumé, it is too warm for me to venture, with my sick head,

all the way to Rue Marsollier. I am thinking instead of fleeing for ten

or twelve days to some hole in Franche-Comté, where the devil may

perhaps not come to torment me with his pomps and work.

But you, who are spry, come some evening after your dinner and we will

have a mug at the local cabaret, which will do you as much good as an

ample banquet. Friendship, and understanding as well, is surely found in

a modest to your health.

I regret to learn of the illness of BĂ©ranger, whom I have not seen.

I had intended to pay tribute to him this year with a copy of my next

book: it is an honor that will be denied me.

It occurs to me that I have known hardly any of the distinguished men of

the century: Châteaubriant, P.-L. Courier, Jouffroy, Cousin, Nodier, E.

Burnouf, Guizot, Thiers, Barrot, Royer-Collard, Lamartine, A. de Musset,

A. de Vigny, BĂ©ranger. Lamennais, Arago, etc., etc.

With those few that I have encountered, I have had to do battle: P.

Leroux, L. Blanc, V. Considérant; there will be others.

Am I not the excommunicated of the era!

Of course I will have no one at my burial. There is a proverb that says:

Vœ soli!… Woe to the loner!… thinking of it, I ask myself if I do not

drag along the chains of some great culprit condemned in a former

existence, as J. Reynaud teaches?

I begin to be very weary of life and seek only to speak my piece before

I die. That done, I say: To hell with me and the human race! Regards.

P.-J. Proudhon